Packy - My Syllabus lyrics

(Here we go) What's good slick? Let's get right, I'm turned up like mid-night I'm to good, my chick bad my screw lose, my lid tight that's REFS sh** For your a**. You don't know? Don't ask. You slow as, like mola**es More ticky more a**es. More bitties no cla**es, more gaming no practice More living that good life homie messing with ya got no baggage. I've learned No time for that, got my own goals thank god for that. Got to grind for that One time for that, got to put Sing City on the map. Like "Bang" remember the name Homie that never chase money or fame. Staying in my lane, and always remember Place that I came from. That dope summer, that cold winter. Blue collar that go getter Shes all about that "D" she gets the Verlander, that no hitter. Let me get my change up I just want that good good, I don't want no hand out, I just want that good look Feel that we got that everything that make it, it's taking a lot of work but when We on that sh** it feels like a vacation. Play me on that station, shout out to my DJ's If you been sleeping on the Speck then shout out to them PJ's. Shout out to your GF's That sing my sh** like VJ. I'm just trynna get that College Marquette like D'Wade. Play me On them campuses, East Lancing to Los Angeles. Can't stand for this? Then sit for this Don't mess with this, that's ignorance. I'm end of this, I live for this, your hitoumis I'm business, I'm k**ing this, I'm still in this. Yo let me check my syllabus. A little more than 16? Sorry I was feeling this